Senator Elizabeth Warren and I have three things in common. We were both born in Oklahoma and have law degrees, and neither of us is a Native American.Â
I grew up in Anadarko, near where several Native tribes were settled in the late 19th century: the Comanche, Kiowa, Fort Sill Apache, Wichita, Caddo, and Delaware. Â
Riverside Indian School operated a couple of miles from the city limits. In the 1890s, St. Katharine Drexel established St. Patrick’s Catholic Mission to educate Native children, and the mission grounds were less than a mile from my childhood home.
It never occurred to me to try to get ahead by claiming Native American status, although I’m sure I was probably a lot closer to Native American life than Senator Warren. It would be dishonest to call myself a Kiowa or a Comanche, and it would be ridiculous to make such a claim. After all, my great-grandfather immigrated from England in the 1880s and was already married to a British woman when he arrived in America.
I wish someone would ask Warren if a person who misrepresented her ethnicity to advance her career is fit to be a senator.Â
Warren’s despicable display of self-righteous hypocrisy at Hegseth’s confirmation hearing may be acceptable to her Massachusetts constituency, but most Oklahomans find that kind of behavior offensive. They might ask her what good came from her Harvard connections if she forgot the rules of civility and courtesy.
